You traded salt for pixel glow
Where joystick currents ebb and flow
The breakfast crowd don't know your name
But high scores murmur quiet fame
Quarter-slot compass spin the dial
Chase the ghost ship chase the trial
Moog bass hums a deep-sea tune
Juno pads beneath the moon
Grease-stained apron coffee steam
You're the ghost inside the machine
Pac-Man maze like ocean floor
Each power pellet opens doors
Quarter-slot compass spin the dial
Chase the ghost ship chase the trial
Moog bass hums a deep-sea tune
Juno pads beneath the moon
Linn
Drum snare cracks like a wave
Brass stabs cut the foam you brave
Short order jokes fall flat on deck
But you just smirk a quiet wreck
Quarter-slot compass spin the dial
Chase the ghost ship chase the trial
Moog bass hums a deep-sea tune
Juno pads beneath the moon
High score table holds your rank
Captain of the blinking tank
Sidechain pumps the compressor tight
Gated reverb drinks the night
No harbor lights no radar beep
Just cathode rays in violet deep
Your compass spins on quarter slots
Where memory and circuit knots
Diner bell rings shift is done
Arcade fades to rising sun
But in your pocket one more play
For tomorrow's pixel bay
Quarter-slot compass spin the dial
Chase the ghost ship chase the trial
Moog bass hums a deep-sea tune
Juno pads beneath the moon
Quarter-slot compass you're home
Insert coin press start
Sail on sailor
